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mouth leaving his rod for a moment.
    “Now, now, remember the directions,” Maverick scolded.
    Alicia contritely licked the length of his penis—all seven inches—then plunged her mouth over the tip, savouring the taste of him. Despite her expertise, within a few minutes her knees began to ache and her jaw muscles began to clench. Maverick grabbed a handful of her hair, which she had left unbound, and pulled her away.
    “Good. You will perform this task—without mistake or hesitation—each time I instruct you to bestow a greeting.”
    Alicia nodded her understanding.
    “Undress me,” Maverick commanded as he released her hair.
    Alicia quickly completed this task, untying and removing one shoe at a time, then his socks, then slipping off his trousers and boxers. As she removed each article of clothing, she neatly folded it and laid it in a pile. Next, she stood, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders. Unable to resist, Alicia ran her hand over Maverick’s chest, sighing in appreciation of the muscles beneath the dark, curling hair.
    Maverick grabbed her hands. “I told you to undress me—not to touch me. You are gathering quite a list of mistakes to atone for, my dear. It is time we begin. Go to the St. Andrew’s cross. Stand facing it. Raise your arms and spread your legs so I can bind you to it.”
    Alicia’s head snapped up to meet his eyes. Oh God! Could she do this? But even as she asked herself this question, her feet followed Maverick’s instructions. She began to tremble as Maverick closed the bindings around her wrists and ankles. Already she felt tears gather in her eyes, and fear overtook desire.
    “This device is named in honour of Andrew, Patron saint of Scotland. Did you know that?” he asked.
    “Yes, sir, I did,” she quietly answered.
    “And did you know how this cross was used?”
    “No, sir, I don’t.”
    “Quite an interesting story, really. No one knows for sure if it is legend or fact. At this point, it doesn’t really matter. By the time Andrew made it to Scotland and had pissed off enough people, he was quite elderly. His executioners did not want to deprive the people of the spectacle of a long death, so to prolong his agony, they turned the traditional cross on its side. The effect is the same, but the poor victim takes much longer to die,” he expounded as he tightened the straps around her wrists.
    “The Romans often used the St. Andrew’s cross to crucify unruly soldiers.” The ankle straps tightened.
    “Of course, they would hang for days without reprieve,” he continued as Alicia began to tremble.
    “You will certainly not be subjected to such barbaric treatment,” he assured her, gently kissing the back of her neck. “You will, however, learn of consequences. You will learn that I notice even very small mistakes—hesitations, stumbles, everything.” He stroked her hair as he spoke soothingly to her.
    Alicia could feel desire rising as Maverick spoke these frightening words in such a smooth, sultry voice.
    He gathered her hair in one hand and draped it over a shoulder. “I will not go easy on you just because this is your initiation. I will expect you to accept everything tonight. You have the right to say ‘enough’, but should you do so on this, your first night with me, I will know you are not serious about our relationship and release you. After this night, however, you will be free to use your safe word without fear of nullifying our agreement.” He ran a hand down her back, cupping her arse. “Do you accept this?”
    “Yes,” she said.
    Maverick’s hand fell hard against her arse. Alicia jumped and cried out at the stinging slap.
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, sir,” she answered.
    “Better. So you understand, I will tell you what is going to happen to you before I engage. In the future, this may or may not occur. First, know that I rarely use my hand to discipline when you are bound. Generally I prefer to place you over my knee